My father-in-law ended up only being in the hospital twice in his lifetime. When he was born. And when he died. We all hoped he would come through gall bladder and open heart surgery. After seven weeks of a courageous battle to regain his health and strength, he took a turn for the worse. He went quickly on Friday, August 26th, 2016 at age 77.
Thankfully all five children had a chance to say good-bye. He ended his days on earth surrounded by his dear, sweet wife of 57 years, his children, and five of his grandchildren. They prayed, sang a hymn, and shared a precious time in those final moments. We can't imagine life without him, but trust God will carry us through. A memorial service is being planned for next weekend.
Pictured: My in-laws at the Seattle waterfront, 2014.
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints. Psalm 116:15